"And you're SURE you'll be all right here, Spike? I'm going to be gone for a month on royal business..." Twilight said, quickly throwing on the first clothes she could find. Spike watched in complete shock, this was so far from the Twilight he knew, that he was happy she'd be gone. He needed time to process what was going through her head, and why she would ever be in a hurry.
"Twilight, come ON, I'm grown enough, I'm not going to be Princess Spike in your place...again..." Spike retorted, facepalming into his scaly hand. Twilight smiled at him, kissing his forehead softly.
"Alright then, Spike, be good, ok? I'll see you in a month!!" Twilight called over her shoulder, and she burst out of the castle doors, taking flight with her fluffy purple wings. Spike waved goodbye at her until she was nothing but a speck in the distance.
He then immediately shut and locked the door, sighing in relief. But there was a different sort of relief Spike needed. A need for relief that was stirring between his legs, which got stronger every second he thought of inviting Dragonlord Ember over. Maybe this would allow him the opportunity to finally try footplay with her...
More and more devious ideas entered his mind as he ran off to write a letter to his greatest love (second only to Rarity). He was just about to send it off with his magical fire breath, but there was a knock at the castle's large doors. Spike groaned, running back to the foyer, and answered the door.
"Hiya Spikey, got some mail for you!!" a cheerful gray gryphon chirped to him, handing him a bunch of letters that were mostly addressed to Twilight. Spike couldn't help but grin, her smile was contagious.
"C'mon in, Gabby, Twilight's gone for a month...why don't you hang out here for a little while? I'd love to catch up..." he said. Gabby smiled and skipped her way inside.
"So what're you up to, Spike? How is Twi?" Gabby asked, walking in front of Spike with a subtle, yet noticeable sway to her hips.
Spike responded, "Oh, she's been fine, and I've just been making some nachos for the first time in years..." as his eyes glanced down at Gabby's soft-looking, delectable footpaws. They picked themselves up quite a bit with each soundless step, allowing ample time for viewing the sensitive-looking soles.
Spike's sexually-controlled brain was forming a few ideas on how he could get to those warm paws of hers. Gabby was in the kitchen now, looking his nachos over and licking her lips.
"Mmmm, these smell amazing...you gotta make some for me...what do you use on 'em to make them smell so good?" Gabby questioned. Spike thought of Twilight's potion ingredients for a second, and then ran down the halls of the castle.
"Be right back, gotta get my spice!!" Spike called over his shoulder.
Spike put on two rubber gloves, he didn't want to suffer any consequences of touching this. In Twilight's lab stood a vivid blue flower, and it smelled delicious. But Spike knew better, this was Poison Joke.
If you touched it, it would give you prank-like symptoms. But if one ingested the flower in a small enough dose, it could knock the ingester out for a time. Spike took one petal from the flower and crumbled it up, running back to the kitchen and sprinkling it over a completed plate of nachos.
"There we go, try some!" Spike said, "that blue stuff is the secret of how they're so scrumptious..."
Gabby happily dug into the nachos, imptiently gobbling them all down. "Mmmm!! You weren't...kidding, were...you? Something tastes incredible...but...I don't feel so good..."
Gabby started to sweat, clutching her head with one of her talons. After sitting down for a few minutes at the table, Gabby's head was between her arms, and she was out cold. Spike could do whatever he wanted now, and he wanted to keep her.
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Gabby slowly awoke in a dark and rather cold, crystal cell. Her eyes widened, this was the first time she hadn't been smiling in many months. She realized that her wrists were bound to the walls with shackles, three on each arm, completely eliminating her arms' movement. They allowed absolutely no leeway for her arms. Her wings fared no better, they were stuck to the wall with duct tape. Her soft gray wings weren't strong enough to break free.
For some reason, however, her paws were freely able to move. She kicked her paws, squawking for help. In the back of her mind, she knew it was futile, but she tried anyway. After no longer than a few minutes of struggling to free herself, she hung limply in exhaustion. That was when she heard a familiar voice.
"Hello, dearest Gabby...enjoying your little cage?"
As Spike walked out of the darkness of the dungeon hallway like a clichéd villain, a candy cigar in his mouth, Gabby was shocked with the realization that HE was the reason she was in here.
"Spike...what was that in those nachos...? Why...why am I in here...?" Gabby stammered out, her lower beak trembling. Spike tossed the cigar away, unlocking the cell and walking in. She backed as far as she could into the wall, but Spike hungrily grabbed onto her left paw.
This was the first time he'd felt any sort of mammalian feet. They were MUCH warmer than dragon feet, and a lot softer and smoother. "I'm gonna keep you in here and teach you some skills...skills that can put those sexy, curvy paws to good use..." he murmured.
Gabby was blushing brightly. He thought she was SEXY? "You...drugged me, because I was sexy..." she said. No one ever told Gabby anything like that before, so millions of thoughts were racing through her mind.
Spike nodded, and then searched through a chest he'd left in the room. Inside the chest was a box labeled 'Letter Paper' in comic sans. He grabbed out a soft, yet sturdy quill and some rather great papyrus. "I wonder...how skillful are you with said paws..." he thought out loud. He set the papyrus just within reach of her squirming legs and paws.
"How about you write how skilled those paws of yours are?" Spike asked, shoving the bristles of the quill between two of her toes. Gabby burst out into fits of giggles when she felt the quill brush between her toes, and they spread widely and dropped it on the floor. Spike didn't like this, however.
He grabbed a ruler from the chest, wrapping his arm around both of her ankles. He let the ruler strike against both of the supple, yielding soles, causing Gabby to yelp in pain. "Wh-what did you do THAT f-" Gabby was cut off by another strike to her tender footpaws. And another.
"I'm gonna do that again if you get your stuff wrong...and I'm gonna have some fun doing it...now get writing," Spike demanded. Gabby whimpered, her paws sore and reddish, picking up the quill between her toes on her right paw. She clenched her teeth to stifle the giggles, holding on tight, and dipped the quill in the convenient inkwell.
Spike's eyes were locked on the gray paws in front of him, the right one of which was curled tightly to hold a quill. The left paw was pressed over the back of the right paw for stability in her writing, and the two of them often rubbed against one another in various ways that were nothing less than erotic to the horny young dragon.
It took quite a while, but Gabby was able to form a few simple words on the papyrus, using her naturally agile gryphon paws. Spike grabbed her project, reading it over. He stroked himself between his legs as he pictured the immensely hot way this was written, just for him.
"My...paws...are...fun..." he read out loud, "I've gotta say...I can actually READ this pretty well! Good job, Gabby!"
Gabby felt a bit happier inside and smiled, but then she remembered she was still locked up tightly in a cell, with a young dragon who loved her paws. After flicking away the quill from between her toes, she strained her arms again, trying to flap her wings.
"So can I go now? I did your writing stuff, and showed you how helpful my paws were..." she pleaded, hopefully.
Obviously, Spike shook his head and eyed her curvy paws once again, images of them being locked up and tickled forever clouding his mind. He sat down in front of her, thinking of what to make her do next, and thought of another punishment for her, involving the shackles he left her legs free from.
"No can do, Gabby, my dear, I'm gonna have you do EVERYTHING I want, using those 'helpful' paws of yours...you're gonna stay here with me," Spike told her. Gabby looked taken aback, and started to struggle once again, but Spike grabbed and held her paws still, smacking them with a ruler once again, silencing her.
"Y-you're gonna keep me here...forever? But I have STUFF to do, PLACES to be, and...and...I don't WANNA be locked up!!" Gabby shouted. Meanwhile, Spike was searching through the chest, and he grabbed out a few logs, a pair of tongs, a carrot, and a small metal grate.
"Well, this is your new home now, Gabby, and if you don't gimme all I want using your paws...well, don't expect to get outta there anytime soon..." Spike chuckled, lighting the logs with his breath and placing the small metal grate over the flames. He then placed the carrot between Gabby's gray toes, and the tongs between her other set of toes. He managed to get these between her tasty-looking toes with very little resistance, and she even held onto them tightly.
Gabby looked beyond confused, so Spike said, "Why don't you grill me a carrot? I'm REAL hungry here..." he said, patting his belly. The poor gryphon didn't really have any other choice, she wasn't nearly strong enough to break free, unlike her friend Gilda. So she carefully laid the carrot on the rapidly-heating grate with her left paw, and with difficulty, managed to close the tongs onto the carrot, using just two toes.
Her dexterous gryphon paws, in all their glory, were cooking a carrot-dog, no bun, for Spike. He watched the subtle, yet sexy, movements of her footpaws as they worked in unison to rotate the carrot around and around. One paw held onto the tongs, opening and closing them rhythmically in quite an attractive little show that rivaled Horsedon Ramsay's program.
Unfortunately for Gabby, the trembling of her paws because of the heat of the fire caused the tongs to slip out of her grip. Spike glared at her, snatching the carrot off the grill and moving everything aside. He gobbled up the carrot with gusto, it was actually grilled to perfection, and had subtle undertones of gryphon paw.
However, Gabby had dropped the tongs, and that warranted punishment. He knelt down beside her kicking paws and forced each of her ankles into the shackles on the floor. He saved those two just for punishments.
"P-please Spike, I didn't mean to-GAHAHAHAHA!!" Gabby burst out laughing. Spike's sharp dragon claws were scratching up and down her restrained right paw. Each finger of his dug into her sensitive soles, the job made much easier by the shackles holding her delicate paws in place, rather than using his arm to hold her legs.
As he worked over her right paw, Spike's long, forked tongue wrapped around her middle left toe. His fangs carefully nibbled on the entire set of toes, savoring the lovely taste of warm, soft gryphon flesh. Spike's spade-like tail curved around his body to face forward, dragging between each of Gabby's wriggling toes.
This went on for fifteen minutes, the ability to tickle Spike's captive all he wanted, unrelentingly, was beginning to get too much for him. He reluctantly removed his tongue from Gabby's left foot, and let go of her right, giving both of them respite from their torment.
Gabby gasped for air as her paws were released from their shackles, the blush on her face matching the reddish shade of her paws. "P-please...Spikey...no more...that was kinda fun...but I'm tired..." she pleaded. In response, Spike stood on his feet, letting her observe his throbbing draconic erection. Her eyes widened and she recoiled slightly in her bindings.
"Um...uh..." was all she could manage. She'd barely ever seen male bits in her life, and now some dragon who captured her is showing them off to her?
"I'm going to have you do the most important thing of all, as my new pawservant...the footjob..." Spike said, barely able to keep his hands off the objects of his affection, "now...I want you to wrap those paws around me..."
Gabby hesitated for a moment, but she didn't want to get her paws spanked or hurt again. She followed Spike's instructions, using her agile gryphon toes to envelop Spike's twitching cock.
The warmth radiating from her fuzzy paws was an explosion of pleasure and energy for Spike. Princess Ember had given him this sort of treatment after the Thorax incident, but this was on a whole other level for him! Mammalian feet were a hundred times better than reptilian feet.
"Ahhh...n-now, Gabby, y-you drag your soles back and forth, up and down..." Spike groaned out, sitting down and allowing his captured gryphon to work her magic.
Gabby was at a complete loss for words, and ideas on what to do. But she had to do something! So she decided to wing it, slipping Spike's length between two of her toes on each paw. She slid them back and forth on the smooth pink pole of flesh. It seemed to make him happy, so she continued for a little while, and then decided to switch it up.
"Y-you're a natural...don't stop..." Spike gasped. Gabby's toes carefully squeezed his tip, forcing a bit of pre to leak on her paws. She really didn't think she should be doing this, but Spike wouldn't let her move around if she said no. Plus, it made him happy, so she was ok with it, somewhat.
Spike started to grunt in pleasure, as he felt Gabby's supple soles hug around his heavily-leaking cock. Back and forth they went in opposite directions, being gentle yet firm, paralyzing Spike with the enormous amounts of pleasure. He couldn't help but keep his hands on the backs of her paws, quite tightly, but providing enough leeway for Gabby to work to her full potential.
Spike clenched his teeth and started to thrust slowly between Gabby's warm, inviting soles. Each time his cock rubbed back and forth against the smooth, yet furry surfaces, he couldn't help but spurt just a little. Gabby wouldn't let Spike do all the work for his coming orgasm, however, and slipped her paws out of the young dragon's grip. She spread her sexy toes outwards, and then brought her paws together once again, the toes gripping his shaft like a vice.
The captive gryphon's claws peeked out of the ends of her toes, pressing very gently against the sides of Spike's shaft, sharply stimulating his most sensitive spots. When her dexterous toes wrapped around and completely enveloped his member, Spike threw his head back and shouted loudly.
A thick, musky white fluid was unloaded from his throbbing length. He bucked his hips upwards each time he spurted, his mind fogged with absolute bliss. When he awoke to assess the damage, he was greeted with the hottest sight he'd ever seen.
An innocent-looking, dark gray gryphon, with his spunk splattered all over her face, a little bit running down her chest, and a significant portion of his essence covering her sexy, desirable paws. He gasped and got himself up off the floor, stumbling over to the shackled gryphon.
He was barely able to unlock all of her bindings, due to the magnitude of the orgasm he just endured. Gabby sighed in relief as her arms and wings were unlocked, but she couldn't bring herself to hurt the dragon who kidnapped her. She was far too nice for that.
"So...are you going to...let me go...? Please?" Gabby pleaded, as she licked some of Spike's essence off of her face. It tasted...strangely enticing. Spike flopped onto the bed in the corner of the cell.
"Mmmm...nahhh...one more thing to teach...you...live here now..." he mumbled out, laying on his belly. Gabby sighed in defeat, sitting at the other end of the bed.
"But...never mind...I guess...what do I have to do...?" Gabby asked, readying her cum-covered paws for another task.
"Massage..." Spike said, pointing to his back.
Gabby frowned, placing her soles on his small back. She knew she would never be able to leave unless Spike said so, why say no to him? Besides...he did find her...sexy...
Her strong, agile toes dug into Spike's back firmly. They massaged deeply into his scales, rolling slowly in circles that ended at the center of his back, beside his spines. Spike's long moans signalled Gabby to keep going.
Up and down her soft, sexy paws went, to Spike's neck, down to his lower back and legs. Their weight were perfect for rubbing someone as small as him, their softness made any rubbing that was firmer than he would like, much easier to deal with, and the warmth made him even more sleepy than he already was. Strange, given his reptilian lifestyle.
As Gabby's toes curled over Spike's upper arms to remove any aches from them, she began to hear snoring. Her little dragon captor was sleeping. She smiled to herself, evidently she was a great masseuse, even without using her talons.
Gabby noticed the keys to the cell within arm's reach, right outside the bars of the cell. Truthfully, she could easily escape this...but Gabby didn't ACTUALLY have any real home to go to. She was a wanderer, occasionally working as an honorary mailmare. Maybe Spike would make this paw-serving a fun thing to do...
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Three months later...
Gabby walked into Spikes bedroom in the castle, all dressed up in a black and white Prench maid outfit. The skirt was very short, and exposed much of her legs and backside. Nonetheless, she was smiling at her new master, Spike, and had just had her paws done at the local spa.
"Ready for your daily backstratching session, Spikey?" Gabby asked, twirling a feather duster in her talon, and walking towards him with a sway. Spike chuckled, laying on his belly.
"Hey hey hey, don't try to get me all hot and heavy...we'll have some fun with your paws later...now help me relax, ok?" he asked, and Gabby nodded. She willingly put her arms up against the wall, and Spike locked them firmly to it. Gabby's bound talon tossed the feather duster, and she caught it between her paws on her left toe.
The claws on her right paw scratched into Spike's scaly back deeply and affectionately, while her left reached over and began to carefully dust his comic book collection on the nearby bookshelf. She'd been doing this for months, she had absolutely no trouble using her paws for this.
As Spike moaned softly, the supple paw scratching away all of his itches (except for one, but they'd do that later), Gabby knew she would be here for a long time. Never had she seen someone with such a desire for her paws, or for her in general. If this was what it took to get some love from a male, then she was fine with it. She smiled widely and continued to scratch the young dragon's back.
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Author's Note
This dude had quite an interesting fetish, and it was a challenge to write. But I think it turned out pretty good! Go thank viken666 for this!
